Pierre had a kettle boiling.

A glass of hot liquor was placed to Jeanne's lips.
At first she could not swallow, but after a few drops had passed her lips she was able to take a sip, and would then have stopped, but Harry insisted upon her drinking the whole contents of the glass.
"You must do as you are told, Jeanne," he said in her ear.

"You belong to me now, you know.

It can do you no harm chilled as you are, and may save you from illness." In the meantime Pierre had poured several spoonfuls of nearly neat brandy between Virginie's lips.

Adolphe, and one of the men with him, had changed over into Pierre's boat, and were rowing lustily down the river.
As soon as Jeanne was able to sit up she began to chafe one of Virginie's hands, while Harry took the other.
"Take off her shoes, Pierre, and soak a swab with the hot water and put it to her feet." But with all these efforts it was not until they were close to Pierre's village that Virginie opened her eyes.